Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey (46 page)

“Look at me,” he yelled.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said, looking into his terrifyingly sexy eyes.

“Jesus, you’re a fucking slut,” he said and put his hand down.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re
my
slut and it is
not
your place to slut around. You belong to me!”

“Yes, sir.” I leaned back on the sofa and spread my legs for him.

“God!” he said and turned his back on me.

“I didn’t suggest anything to anyone. It just crossed my mind and I came to you with the idea, no one else, sir.”

“You want an orgy, I’ll give you one.” He turned to me again with darkened eyes. “I’ll loan your slutty ass out to anyone who will have you.” His voice was a growl now and he was truly scaring me.

“Please, sir, I don’t want to,” I pleaded, and my brain scrambled to think if I had inadvertently agreed to this when he collared me. “I didn’t think that was part of the agreement.”

“Fuck,” he said and pulled me up by the arm. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, not today.”

I could not tell if he was talking to himself or to me, so I stayed quiet.

“I’m sorry. I lost my temper.”

“I’d never deny you, my lord.”

“I know,” he said, “just don’t say no to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ve been so perfect, so good, and I admit I’ve been selfish with you. I find it hard to share you just now.” He paused and then continued. “How long has it been since you were punished?”

“Almost four weeks, sir.”

“Do you require it, a little corrective measure?”

I recalled him telling me early on that someday I’d ask to be punished. “Yes, sir.”

“Maybe you’re right. I’ve spoiled you these last few weeks and you, my little slut, are getting too big for your britches. But I won’t fuck you. You blew that one.”

“Sir, but I want you to.”

“Too fucking bad. And if I catch you pleasuring yourself, you’ll have to wait longer. Do you understand that I call the shots here?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Bend over, put your knees on the cushions, and lean on the back of the sofa. I’m going to spank you harder than you have ever been spanked.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Spread your legs and brace yourself.”

I followed his command expectantly. I could not believe I had asked for this. I was humiliated and titillated at once; the whole scene played out as if I was watching it on film.

He lifted my skirt to reveal my naked bottom and I lifted my ass in the air. He smeared his hand on my wet labia, making me moan.

“You like this shit, eh?” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good!” he said and hit me so hard on my right cheek that I fell into the cushions. The searing pain went through my body and into my brain. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm roiling inside me so I regained my breath, got up, and spread my legs again. I was thoroughly conditioned.

“Stand up. That’s enough.” He grabbed the back of my collar and pulled. A light-headed feeling as the collar tightened on the front of my neck added to the euphoric feeling. “You will behave yourself. Act accordingly as imminent lady of this house.” His voice lowered to a growl. “It’s not below your station to be tied up on the floor at the foot of my bed tonight and get nothing from me, do you understand? You’re oversexed, you slut, and I can cut you off any time I please.” He straightened out my skirt. “Neige Blanche Monique, don’t you
ever
take my dick for granted.”

“Yes, sir.”

He took his handkerchief from his pocket and dried my tears. “I love it when you cry for me.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Do you understand the lesson, Nezzie?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me what you learned,” he said as he dabbed my cheek.

“I learned that I may ask you to fuck me and that you may or may not, that it’s up to you, and that I am never allowed to ask you for an orgy or to fuck someone else, that it’s your job to arrange those things, sir.” I paused. “And I’ll never take your dick for granted, ever.”

“Good girl, Nez. You’re a quick study.”

“Sir, may I say something else?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to fuck me, my lord.”

“As it should be,” he said, and left the room.

I was stunned that he could just walk away so easily from such a charged situation. I sat on the sofa and quickly stood because my backside stung. I was miserable because I knew I would carry that pain with me for hours, which would only enhance my want for him. I wanted to run after him and beg him to take me. Just as I was about to do so, Marie came into the room.

“Miss, are you okay?” She sat down next to where I stood. “Come sit and talk to me.”

“I can’t right now,” I said.

“Oh, you must be busy with all the preparations. Maybe we can talk later,” she said with a hint of rejection in her voice.

“No, it’s not that.” I lifted my skirt to show her.

“Oh dear, that must have been fabulous,” she said. “I miss it.”

I remained standing. “Girl says things are going well between the two of you. She really likes you.”

“I love her. I always have, but lately it’s turned into something different and I’m not sure what it means,” Marie said. “I’m not gay, I don’t think.”

“Maybe you and Girl should give it some time. You’re on the rebound from Jackson, so just take things as they come and see where it leads.” I sat down gingerly on the edge of the sofa. “Just enjoy each other for a while.”

“The good thing is that I don’t love Jackson anymore,” she smiled. “I’m over that because he wasn’t good for me. Girl is good for me. She’s like you. She sees the gifts I have.”

“And you have so many.”

“Girl taught me something that Jackson failed to. She told me about balance, that we’ve got to balance our need for pleasure with other things in life and that sometimes we can’t get everything we want right when we want it, that sometimes delaying gratification makes it sweeter once it comes. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I get it. Greg said I was becoming spoiled and I guess he’s right.”

“I don’t think you’re spoiled, miss, but if you are, you wouldn’t know it. The person being spoiled is rarely aware of it, and that isn’t your fault. It’s your master’s fault for indulging you too much and for forgetting to teach you about balance and self-discipline. Lucky for you, Mr. Delacroix is wise and he hasn’t forgotten.” She indicated the red handprint on my bottom by patting her own.

“I can see how it can happen, but I think I’ve got some responsibility as well, don’t you?” I asked, hoping to learn from her mistakes.

“Our masters,” she said, “are easily manipulated. He loves you so much that he can lose sight of those valuable lessons. Miss, this is when things start to fall apart.”

“Is that what happened with you and Jackson?”

“No, unfortunately Jackson never loved me, so he just didn’t care.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Girl showed me this and it was hard for her, but she loves me enough to care. Now do you see? Your situation isn’t like ours was. Your master has spoiled you out of love.”

“So what do I do now?” I asked.

“Make it easier for him to teach you. First, back down. You’ve got to submit in every way. Don’t take the lead on anything unless he asks you to. Listen to him, really hear him, and he’ll open up to you like the oleander flower, pure and fragrant. Then tell him you wanna learn because you love him and wanna make him proud. Tell him you are for him and that you don’t wanna be self-centered or self-absorbed with your own pleasure. Remind him that you are here for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Miss, these men, our masters, they get insecure. He’s scared of his dependence on you, so you have to be dependable in every way to alleviate his fear. In doing this, in being disciplined in this, you cannot become spoiled.”

“Thank you, my friend. You’ve just clarified so much for me.”

“You’re welcome. Now go out there and be his dependable friend. Don’t leave him, and stay by his side every minute you can, especially this weekend. It’s a special time and he wants you more than you realize.”

I found Gregory talking with Thomas over by the bar. Young men were stacking cases of wine and liquor and kegs of beer.

“It should be all right out here overnight, sir. We’ve got a lot of ice and a generator for refrigeration, and we won’t put the glasses out until tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Tom. I know you’ve got everything covered,” Gregory said as I approached.

I stood a couple feet behind Gregory until he put his arm around my shoulders with an audible sigh of relief. Marie was correct. She knew he wanted me by his side.

“Is it too much white?” He turned me to see the party preparations.

“I think it looks nice. Will there be flowers on the tables? Maybe they can be colorful to offset the white,” I said, being careful not to be too suggestive.

“I was planning on putting your roses on the tables in little rose bowls. I’m gonna put colorful confetti on the tabletops just for fun, because it’s a fun occasion,” he smiled.

“Thank you, sir, for all of this. I never imagined ever having such a celebration.” I paused and then continued, “I’ve never had a birthday party in all my twenty-two years. Why are you doing all this?”

“Nezzie, I love you, that’s why, and I wanna tell all my friends. I wanna show them how much I love you and introduce you to them. You’ve only met my friends that are in the lifestyle. Here, at this party, you’ll meet everyone in my life.”

“How many people are coming, sir?”

He led me into the tent. “I’m thinking about a hundred and fifty or so. You’ll see familiar faces, but this time, most of my New Orleans employees will be here. They’re all staying out at the village. They’re excited to come out here to the boss’s farm.” He laughed and took my right hand and placed his left hand on my waist, twirling me around as if we were dancing. “Some of my foreign wholesalers and customers are coming too.” He let go of me and got on his hands and knees to inspect the underside of the stage.

“Wow, sir, that’s a lot of people,” I said.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do, sir. The only people in my life are you, Sunny, Ty, Marie, Girl, and the staff.”

“Hmm,” he said and stood up, “sometimes that can be a good thing. It keeps things simple.” He slapped his hands together to remove the dirt and dust. “Don’t invite complications, Nez.”

“Yes, sir.” I followed him back toward the veranda to a pair of secluded rocking chairs near the wall of the house. He sat and I stood because of my tender bottom.

“Does your ass hurt?” he asked.

“Very much, sir.”

“Good, that’ll keep you on your toes.” He began to rock in his chair. “Ya know, kid, I realize it’s mostly my fault for spoiling you. It’s my fault for being selfish, too. I just can’t get myself to share you, and to be honest, I really don’t wanna do anyone else either. I’ve never felt this way before. This is all new to me, so I suppose I was hurt when you said you wanted to play this evening. I assumed you felt the same way I do. I projected my feelings and my needs onto you without discussing them first.”

“Are we discussing them now, sir?”

“Yes, and let me continue. It didn’t help that I’ve spoiled you rotten these last few weeks since we were here last. I suppose I got comfortable with you being with Ty and Sunny and so I let your leash go too long. I mean, what were you supposed to think? You were experiencing some freedom, some space, to make decisions on your own . . .” He cleared his throat. “How can I expect you to step in line without my being consistent with you? What the hell did I expect you to think?”

“I wasn’t thinking, sir, that’s the problem. When I stop thinking, I feel like Marie must have felt before Girl came.”

“How so?” he asked with a frown.

“God, sir, I feel like the only thing on my mind is fucking and my own pleasure. When I’m not allowed to think, when I totally give myself over as you have said I should, I get completely self-absorbed with my own pleasure. Sir, I don’t wanna be like that. The weirdest thing is, before you punished me, I had no idea I was being that way. I lost my way, sir, because I wasn’t totally for you. I didn’t even realize it. I know my being for you and your pleasure alone is where my real pleasure comes from, not the kind of surface pleasure one gets from slutting around.”

“I see,” he said.

“I understand now what happened to me and I promise to work hard never to let it happen again. I’ve gotta use my head here a little to keep myself real with you, my lord.”

“Are you finding balance, my love?”

“I think so, sir, but as you said, I required a little corrective measure. I depend on you to do this for me. Thank you, Gregory, for setting me straight today.”

“I’m pleased you understand. Come,” he patted the arm of his rocking chair. His hand went up my skirt and massaged my thigh. “I want you to know that I know where you’re coming from, but right now I’m not in a sharing mood, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said as my legs began to weaken. I let them fall open.

“Good girl, Nezzie, that’s a good girl,” he said and reached his fingers inside of my dripping vagina. “Mmm, good girl,” he crooned. His hand moved up and down each time, adding another finger to the width. I felt his thumb enter me along with the rest. He pushed slowly inside me. “Good girl.”

When he made a fist, I thought I would break in two. He pushed deeper, hurting me with pleasure. “Good girl. Relax. Let it come.” He moved his fist in small twisting motions. I could feel his knuckles pushing outward. He shook his fist slightly, which made me orgasm in fits. “This is mine, Nezzie.”

“Yes, sir,” my voice squeaked. I could feel my muscles tighten.

He pushed a little deeper, causing a rush of pain and dull pleasure. “I love you, Nez.”

“I love you too, my lord. God, I love you.” My juices flowed hard as my orgasm abated with a wave of dizziness.

He slowly pulled his fist out of me with excruciating pleasure-filled twists. “You’re a good girl and deserved that orgasm, but just remember, my little slut, I call the shots.”

“Happy birthday,” his voice sang. He stood next to the bed with a breakfast tray.

“Oh, Greg, how sweet. Thank you, my lord.”

“You can stay in bed and eat there or eat out on the deck. It’s up to you.” He stood awaiting his command. It was late morning and I decided to take breakfast out on the deck.

“Samuel is giving golf cart tours to the arriving guests,” he said as he sipped a cup of coffee. “It’s kinda funny how they are so enthralled with this place.”

“I don’t think it’s funny, Greg. I can relate. Don’t forget that for you, this is normal, but for the rest of us, it’s exotic and rare. Darling, I’m still enthralled with it. I can’t believe it exists and that I’m part of it. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being enamored with it, sir.”

“How could I ever think you were spoiled?” he asked.

“Happy birthday, miss,” Marie yelled up to me from down on the veranda.

“Thanks,” I called out, and walked over to the railing. “Where’s Girl?”

“She’s comin’ and so are Sunny and Ty,” she said. “See you later!”

“The other day when I was talking with Girl, she mentioned Mr. Ladnier’s family,” I said to Gregory. “I had no idea he was married.”

“Yeah, he and his wife, Ella, have three kids. Nice family.”

“She knows about Girl?” I asked.

“Yeah, and the pilots, too. I guess to each their own; they’ve got an agreement and so it goes. I’m not sure if she has her own side thing or not, but they seem to work things out well in their marriage. If two people love and respect one another, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Ladnier. I’m not saying that all married folks should have an agreement like theirs, because each marriage is different, but I will say that every marriage should be based on the kind of love and respect those two have for one another. They never play games; they’re so honest and real.”

“That certainly is refreshing,” I said.

“I invited Ella to come with him this weekend. I hope she comes. I think they’d be great couple friends for us.”

“Couple friends, sir?”

“Yeah, another couple for us to do things with in and out of the bedroom; as I say, I admire their dedication to one another. I think they’re a good example of modern marriage.”

“Yes, sir.”

“All the doms will be here, so you’ll know people, but you’re the belle of the ball and this is a vanilla function, so you don’t have to show them any deference. It’s as if that game we play in private does not exist. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir, I think so,” I said.

“All you need to know is that they’re old family friends, which is the truth, but folks don’t need to know what kind of friends they are. It wouldn’t play well with my employees and clients. Now you kinda get the drift as to why they aren’t usually invited out here.”

“Yes, indeed, sir.”

“But see, with you I want that to change a little. I guess I’m ready to be more real like the Ladniers,” he sighed. “So just keep our game on the QT this weekend.”

“You can count on me, sir. Oh, wait. Gosh. That means I can’t call you ‘sir’?”

“For this weekend only you may call me ‘sir,’ ‘my lord,’ ‘my god,’” he laughed. “‘Your highness’ only in the bedroom. Once we go downstairs, my love, I am merely Gregory, Greg, or Gregory-Michel, period. You’ll address me as you would anyone else.”

“Now that I’ve gotten into the habit, it may be kinda hard.” I thought for a while. “Can I call you ‘sweetheart’ or ‘honey’ or ‘darling,’ my lord?”

“You may call me anything as long as it’s nice,” he said, kissing the back of my hand.

“And you are so nice, my lord.”

“Come on now, get ready. I’ll wait.” He held his hand out for me and pulled my chair back. “I’ll wait an eternity for you, my love.” He slapped my tender bottom as I walked past him into the bathroom.

“God, that turns me on, sir.”

He stood outside the opened bathroom door and fidgeted as I slipped my robe off. “Oh fuckin’ hell,” he said, “I gotta fuck you.” He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled his pants down. “Get over here and show me your ass, wench.”

I giggled and ran to him. He guided me to the edge of the bed, turned me around facing him, and pushed me back. I fell freely, allowing my arms to flail out to the sides of our bed.

“Lift your legs and spread ’em.”

He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed so my hips were hanging over. The anticipation was wonderful when he grabbed my ankles and stretched my legs so far apart that I felt I would break in half. I felt him line his dick up with my vagina, but he did not enter me. He teased me until I thought I’d lose my mind.

“Beg, Nez. Beg your lord for his sex.”

“Oh my god, sir, please, you have to fuck me. For the love of god, please!” I moaned.

“Hold still, bitch. Good god.” He pulled my legs wider until it hurt.

“Please, sir,” I whined and held still for him.

“That’s better.”

“Oh, please,” I said.

He rushed into me and immediately went into a frantic rhythm, not stopping or slowing, grunting with every thrust. I could feel the tension of his muscles as he pushed in as hard as he could. Sweat from his brow dripped onto my tummy, his gunmetal eyes glued to mine. After yesterday’s fisting, my insides were just tender enough to have pain with each thrust, pain turned pleasure turned orgasm. I knew everyone downstairs could hear my moans, but I did not care. This was my declaration of love for him, my cry that told the world I was for him.

The weather was gorgeous, warm, and sunny, but not too humid. We sat at our table near the back of the tent, with full view of the band. My sleeveless dress was sea-foam green, low cut, but more modest than usual. The hem fell just above the knee. I wore white sandals. My thick golden collar shown bright in the sunlight and my wrists, covered in so many gold bangles, jingled when I moved my hand.

People came by to say hello and Gregory introduced me to each one. He introduced me to a young woman from his office in New Orleans and her boyfriend, whom he had never met.

“Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Delacroix,” she said. “It’s such an honor to meet you, Miss Neige Blanche.”

“I’m glad you all came. It’s a very special day. I hope you all enjoy yourselves,” Gregory said. “I trust the cottage you’re in is satisfactory?”

“More than satisfactory, it’s precious,” she said, and her boyfriend, clearly intimidated, tugged her hand.

“Please let my staff know if there’s anything you need, and relax, son,” he said, looking at the young man. “It’s a beautiful day and we’re surrounded by beautiful women. Does it get any better than this?”

“No, sir,” he said, and the office employee blushed at the compliment.

“Go get yourself a beer and relax. The crawfish will be ready soon. Go on, son, it’s on me and you ain’t drivin’.”

Marie approached the table. “Miss, oh miss, you need to see it,” she said. “Mr. Delacroix, can I show Miss Nez the crawfish? They’re getting ready to dump the first batch.”

“I’ll come too,” he said. I took his hand, Marie took my other, and she pulled us toward the crawfish tables. People were standing around waiting for the feast, but parted when they saw us coming. Just as we got to the front of the crowd, Samuel and another young man carried a large steaming stainless steel basket almost half their height toward the tall table. A trash-can sat aligned with the hole in the center. A third man blocked the hole with what looked like a shortened canoe paddle and Samuel and his partner lifted the basket. Out poured hundreds of bright red crawfish along with pieces of sausage, brilliant yellow corncobs, lemon halves, garlic, small red potatoes, and mushrooms in a plume of peppery steam. Once the steam cleared, Thomas brought rolls of paper towels and set them on pegs around the edge of the table.

“Oh my god, that’s so pretty,” I said. “The colors are amazing.”

“They’re pretty tasty, too, but you gotta stand around the table and peel them. I’ll have some peeled for us and brought to our table for you to try, but let’s stick around so you can see how it’s done,” Gregory said.

Crowds of people went to the table and began picking up individual crawfish and peeling them, sucking out the juice, and discarding the exoskeletons into the hole in the center of the table before popping the meat into their mouths. Marie jumped in and made quick work of it, but she was choosey as to which ones she ate.

She handed me one, and Gregory took it and showed me how to peel it. He went slowly to show the technique. “Ya hold it like this,” he said, and placed the crawfish feet down in his right hand, with his thumb and index finger on either side near the head. “Then place your left fingers like so.” He placed his left thumb and index finger alongside the curled tail. “See?”

“Yes, sir,” I said and he glanced at me. “Yes, I see,” I corrected myself.

“Good, and so now all ya do is turn your right wrist, not really your hand, but more your wrist a little, and snap and pull. Voilà, my cher. You have peeled your crawfish.”

“That’s not too hard,” I said.

“It takes some practice. You’ll notice some folks sucking the juice from the head,” he said, nodding at Marie who was happily sucking before chucking the head into the hole.

“I don’t know about that.”

“Well, some folks do and some don’t.” He sucked the juice from the head of our crawfish. “It’s just basically spicy water with probably a little brain. It tastes good,” he said, leaning in to toss the head into the hole. “Here, try the tail. It’s good.” He placed the crawfish in my mouth. The spicy meat was tender, firm, and very tasty.

“Oh, wow, that’s good. A little spicy, but very good.”

“Yeah, they come from the marsh. They live in shallow, muddy, brackish water. I’ll have to ask Thomas where these came from, but I’d bet they come from right out there.” He pointed to the bayou and then grabbed a paper towel and wiped his hands. “You’re lucky I hadn’t been peeling crawfish yesterday when I gave you that hand job,” he whispered, and took me by the arm to escort me away from the tables. “You’d be having a real fire down below,” he giggled. “Come on, let me show you what they look like before they’re boiled.”

We walked toward the service entrance of the house, where large white coolers were lined up with hoses running water into them. Live crawfish writhed all over one another. “Oh dear,” I said and he laughed.

“It’s a local tradition this time of year, all through the river region from the lowlands of coastal east Texas to Flora-Bama. You’ll get used to it.”

He looked around for Thomas, who could not be found. He grabbed the nearest staff member, a young white woman, and asked her to have someone peel three pounds of them and bring them to us at our table. “Don’t forget all the fixins, cher,” he said to her and then turned to me. “We’re not dressed to peel crawfish. Besides, you need to be fresh for my announcement later.”

I looked at him questioningly and he quickly changed the subject. “Let’s go get a beer to go with our crawfish before the band starts playing.”

We mingled through the crowd that seemed to be growing by the minute. I met so many people. I was sure I would never remember any of their names. Mr. and Mrs. Ladnier were standing near the stage, but they were ensconced in conversation with another couple and a single man.

“I’m so glad Ella came,” Gregory said.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable for her with Girl here?” I asked. “I wonder where she is. I haven’t seen her all day.” Maybe Girl was the uncomfortable one.

“I’m sure she’s around somewhere,” he said. “Ella knows about Girl and there’s no discomfort. Ella’s in the know about everything; she is Mr. Ladnier’s wife and the mother of his children. To him, she is everything and the others are toys, hobbies, if you will.”

“I see,” I said.

“I hope so, baby girl, because one thing for certain is the mother of my children will be the goddess incarnate in my eyes. She’ll be my everything. What other reason is there to live?” he asked as we approached a group of people near the corner of the tent.

“Robert,” Gregory said, “welcome to Twisted Oak. I’m pleased to see you.”

The handsome, well-built, middle-aged man smiled and held his hand out to shake. Gregory took it with gusto.

“Please let me introduce you to Neige Blanche. Neige, this is Robert Sinclair, my associate from Central America.”

“How do you do?” I said and held my hand out.

“Quite well, mademoiselle,” he said, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. “This is my wife, Elena.”

A Spanish beauty, ten or fifteen years younger than Robert, Elena had hair that reminded me of Marie’s, though Elena’s was almost black.

“It’s my pleasure, ma’am,” Gregory said, and kissed the back of her hand. “Neige and I are honored by your presence.”

“Thank you, Mr. Delacroix,” she said in perfect Spanish-accented English. “Your home is lovely. Neige Blanche, you are a lucky woman,” she said with a smile.

“Indeed I am, Elena. Thank you,” I said.

“Greg,” Robert said, “I know how inappropriate it is to speak about business on such an occasion, but I want to let you know the papers came to my office yesterday, so the ships sail Monday, signed, sealed, and delivering. Your decision to change insurance programs was insightful.”

“Thanks, I’m glad to hear it, but no more business today,” Greg said.

“Quite right,” Robert agreed. “You’ll have music?” he asked, pointing to the stage.

“Yep, in a few minutes they’ll begin. Local, homegrown music, a little zydeco and blues with some rock and roll mixed in. I think you’ll all enjoy it.”

“Neige Blanche, your dress is delightful and that color on you is very attractive. It brings out your green eyes. You should wear it all the time,” Elena said.

“Thank you, Gregory-Michel chose this one for me today,” I said.

“You’ve got very good taste,” she said to Gregory, “and the necklace is so unusual. I’ve never see anything like it.” She leaned in to have a closer look.

“Again, I give Gregory the credit,” I said.

“It’s an old family piece, been in the family for centuries,” Gregory said.

“I see,” she said. “Yes, it seems very old, but that is the charm of it, no?”